Restless Night [pt. 2] Femdom

And I watched the obedience I wished to see. He instantly began sucking my fingers, swirling his tongue around and in between them.

He was looking at me with thirsty and dozed eyes, which only enhanced when I swirled my tongue around his thickness.

His thighs began hesitantly quivering again, trying not to disobey me, while his throat created lustrous sounds for my ears to relish. He gripped my wrist, clinging, and shoved my fingers deeper into his mouth, making me feel a quiver in my wetness.

I could literally feel his throat, the warmth of his mouth tightening around my fingers, and the Rythem of his moans, which drove my pussy warm and wet.

It seemed like a perfect harmony taking place between instruments - A perfect piece.

I could not help but smile, feeling the arousal gaining its strength upon me. It gave me great power and satisfaction to me. It made me desperate to see more of him.

So, I pushed my fingers deeper into his mouth, and his eyes teared up, and rolled behind his skull, while his throat generated noises of breathlessness.

The smile on my face just heightened when he spat my fingers out, breathing heavier than before.

His lips were leaking a stream of saliva, his hands grabbing the pillow. He began moaning louder and sobbed, "I'm -- I'm going to cum."

I could feel the truth of it in my mouth. He was pulsating and clenching.

"Please, let me!" His moans took a helpless turn, more needy and fragile. "Please!" He continued, while I kept watching his body struggle yet his thighs trying their best to stay in position.

"I'm gonna cum!" He growled, and I took my mouth off of his length, watching astonishment seize him like a lightning bolt, getting wetter and warmer at the sight.

His eyes fell wide open, while his body withered and slithered on the mattress, poor and tormented. "Don't do that, please!" With desperation in tone, he moaned, gazing at me as if I had taken his favorite toy away from him and he needed it badly to survive.

"Please, don't do this. Make me cum!" My heart felt filled to the brim, my body blazing. I could've fucked him, but watching him struggle was the pill I needed.

Therefore, I grasped his pulsating length and once again spat on it, taking a comfortable seat beside his body. I began jerking his length, peering at the old excitement and satisfaction returning off his face.

"You want to cum?" I questioned and paced the speed of my hand.

He nodded, biting his lips, and shifted his grasp from the pillow to my thigh. "Please!" He implored, trying to pull his quivering body closer to my thighs. "Please!"

Once again, he was breathing heavily, moaning loudly, and slithering on the mattress with stimulation. "I'm close again, please!"

I kept on jerking him like his pleading moans, his body jumping on the mattress. And once again, he was right on the edge.

That is when I pulled my hand away. Once again.

"Oh, no, no, no!" He cried, and sat up, holding my hands as if he was begging. "Please, why did you stop?"

"Did I allow you to touch my hands?" I questioned and watched him quickly remove his grasp and turn his head down. "I'm sorry!"

He kept twitching in his position and lifted his eyes back to me. "Please. I've been a good boy," He whispered in his gentlest tone.

He kept whining, trying to coax me into allowing him the release.

How could I deny that face?

So, I placed my palms on his cheeks and yanked his lips for a kiss. His lips were quicker than before to grasp the opportunity and kiss me with a passion greater than ourselves.

Clinging into me, he kept running his lips onto mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I felt not only his slimy tongue and lips but also the drool on his chin which clung to mine when I pulled back and whispered. "You want to cum?"

"Yes, please!" He quickly nodded. He did not know how aroused he was making me. Everything he was doing, every word he was uttering, was a cuisine for me.

I slipped my fingers back into his mouth and pushed him onto the mattress, watching his eyes widen once again and his hand grasps my wrist with acceptance.

Like a hungry slut, once again, he began sucking and swirling his tongue around my fingers while I sat on his pulsating and leaking cock.

"Please, make me cum this time." He muffled onto my fingers and clenched my wrist tightly as I began rubbing my clothed and wet pussy to his erect cock.

I felt him pulsate and quiver on my pussy, making me feel the tingles all over my body.

He began humping his cock into my pussy, bobbing his head on my fingers, and whimpering while I felt the friction of the panty send chills down my spine.

Swiftly he paced the rhythm of his hips, which made me fall onto his chest. "You greedy little whore." I moaned into his face, thrilled by his action, and pulled my fingers out of his mouth, watching him drool once again and struggle to maintain eye contact with me.

"Please, I'm close. May I cum?" His lips were palpitating. He had quickly reached his end once again - quicker than I had assumed, and he was begging like a real whore. I mean, I had just begun grinding upon him.

"But it's so soon." I moaned into his ear, seizing his face in my wet fingers, while I continued grinding upon me.

"I can't hold back. Please! Let me!"

I spoke nothing after that and kept on grinding, relishing his greedy moans and pleas. He kept saying how good of a boy he was and how he would continue to be one.

It delighted me, making me feel all kinds of sensations in my body. And I wanted to keep feeling it, but he wanted something else. "Please, please allow me!"

"I can't, without your permission." I knew that very well. That is why I was holding him back.

I kept him on the edge for another minute, teasing him and letting him hump like a greedy dog until he could not take it anymore.

And right at that moment I pulled myself away and sat on the mattress, watching him whine and quiver with desperation.

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to be continued....